Psalms 129

1 “A song of the degrees.” Many a time have they assailed me from my youth, so should Israel say;

Ɔsoroforɔ dwom. “Wɔahyɛ me so pii firi me mmɔfraase, ma Israel nka.

2 Many a time have they assailed me from my youth: yet have they not prevailed against me.

“Wɔahyɛ me so pii firi me mmɔfraase, nanso wɔntumi nnii me so nkonim.

3 Upon my back have ploughmen ploughed; they have drawn long their furrows:

Fentemfoɔ afentem mʼakyi ayɛ wɔn nkofie atentene.

4 [Yet] the Lord is righteous; he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

Nanso Awurade yɛ ɔteneneeni; Watwitwa amumuyɛfoɔ nhoma afiri me ho.”

5 May all be put to shame and turned backward that hate Zion;

Ma wɔn a wɔtan Sion nyinaa mfa animguaseɛ nsane wɔn akyi.

6 May they become like the grass of the roofs, which withereth before it is pulled up;

Ma wɔnyɛ sɛ ɛserɛ a ɛwɔ ɔdan atifi, ɛnnyini na ahye;

7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor his arm he that bindeth sheaves.

Ɛremma otwafoɔ nya biribi wɔ ne nsam, na deɛ ɔboaboa ano nso renya hwee nʼabasa so.

8 Nor do they who pass by say, The blessing of the Lord be with you: we bless you in the name of the Lord.

Mma wɔn a wɔtwam hɔ nnka sɛ, “Awurade nhyira mmra mo so; yɛhyira mo wɔ Awurade din mu.”